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ONE
I considered the bra in my hands. It was gorgeous. Soft with lace trim
that reached over the straps as well as around the banding towards the
clasps. Three hooks and eyes. White with a delicate floral pattern.
I allowed my arms to slide in, the straps sitting on my shoulders.
Quickly, I put it down, on the bed. Confusion and fear getting the better
of me.
I was already wearing the matching panties, my manhood tucked neatly back
to create as smooth an appearance as possible. Go on, I thought. Put the
bra on as well.
Seeing only the upsides, I found myself putting what I called my 'work
bra' on. I fastened it easily behind my back. Practised, even though I
didn't risk going to work in a bra often. About the house, it was my
underwear of choice.
But today was a little different. I worked in a high street catalogue
store called Argos, manager of a sales team numbering about twenty. But
every year we took on temps for our busy pre-Christmas period. A few
would probably be kept on in the New Year. So, I had interviews scheduled
all day, and would rarely be interacting with anybody on the sales floor
and wouldn't see much of my colleagues. I couldn't pass the opportunity
up.
I put tights on. Loved the feel of them on my shaven legs. That might
sound unusual, but living alone gave me the freedom to try different
things. While I was often conflicted about my dressing, when I gave in to
my urges I liked to be 'all in', looking as good as I could.
With my trousers and shoes on, there was the slightest chance the tights
would be seen at my ankles when I sat down. I'd been wearing them instead
of socks for about six months now, and nobody had noticed. Or said. Maybe
they didn't care. If only life was that easy.
My shirt was thick enough it did a good job of hiding the bra and the
lace. I checked the mirror, but knew from the last occasion that the
floral pattern was not showing. The only way anybody would know I was
wearing the bra was if they touched and felt the straps, or if I was
foolish enough to be caught fiddling with them.
I left for work feeling a little thrill, a rush, but secure in the
knowledge that nobody would discover what I was wearing. Famous last
words.
TWO
I had a bad habit of arriving on the last minute, but whenever I risked
wearing a bra with my panties and tights I was always early. I don't need
to feel any pressure, other than the slight fear I bring on myself.
I made coffee for the first colleagues in. I'm a big believer in polite
gestures. I have a natural caring personality. Little moments that keep
the wheels turning and let people know I'm there if I need them. I'm sure
it's a two way street.
Abbie smiles as she takes her drink. "Guess I'm your secretary for the
day. One day we'll have to switch roles and do this the other way
around."
It's a joke she makes at this time every year. Typically, she's a strong
Team Leader, enthusiastic and proud of good results. Great on the sales
floor. But for a day or so, she knows she'll be shepherding interviewees
from the sales floor, into the unfamiliar stock rooms to the back office.
"One day I'll take you up on that," I smile, teased into the coy answer
by the bra I could feel pressing against my body.
She took a moment. Attractive. Mid-thirties. About my age. Still turning
heads.
She tried to read me and finally smiled playfully. "You better watch
out."
She left to open up the store and, alone in the break room, I leaned
against the counter. What the heck was that about? She flirted a lot, but
this was on another level. I wondered if I should share my dressing with
her. I fidgeted with my bra straps as my mind cried: Don't be a fool.
THREE
I was several interviews in and taking a quick chocolate break. Because I
wanted to look my best on the few times I dressed without guilt, I had to
watch my figure, but today I let myself go a little. I was gorging myself
when the door opened.
Abbie peeked in. "Watch those calories, Missy. My secretary needs to look
her best."
I blushed. Did she know? My hands instinctively went to hide the bra. How
could she see it through my shirt?
She wondered about my behaviour, looking puzzled. "I'm just fooling," she
assured me.
I managed a nervous laugh. "Yeah. Me too. My figure. I get it."
I fumbled with the chocolate, putting it on the desk.
She grinned. "You're weird, Larry. But in a cute way. Your next interview
is here."
She stepped aside and a woman about our own age walked in.
"This is-" Abbie began, but I finished the sentence for her.
"-Kat? Is that you?"
FOUR
Katrina Walsh was assertive in her interview, giving great answers and
examples of how she had worked in the past. After the formalities, we
spent another fifteen minutes chatting and catching up.
We hadn't seen each other since college, when we met working part-time
flipping burgers at MacDonalds. I hoped she didn't remember a particular
drunken night, because other than that we had gotten on great. It was
nice while we chatted to see the old magic was there.
"Sorry, I didn't recognise the name," I said, as we stood, the interview
over.
"I should really change it back. It's been a while. I just....It took me
some time to accept my marriage was over."
She moved in for a hug. It had been so nice seeing an old friend that I
had forgotten about the bra I was wearing. She squeezed tight and-
Oh, no! I felt her fingers, at first on the edges of the straps, but then
one of her hands pinged the strap.
"You're a bit bolder than you were back in the day," she observed.
"Look, Kat, it's been great catching up," I said, easing from her
embrace. "But on your way out please don't tell anybody."
"What did I used to call you?" she mused.
Please don't remember, I thought. Hoping she wouldn't remember; that, or
the way I had bragged after our little night-time encounter together.
"I don't know," I said.
"It'll come back to me," she said. "Larry, I really could use the work.
Please don't hold my discovery against me. I'll keep this between us."
"Thank you," I nodded and showed her back to the sales floor, petrified
that everybody could see what I was wearing now it had been discovered.
FIVE
That night I went to bed in my favorite long length nightie. The straps
cris-crossed in the back, the shape of the cups fitting snugly around the
padded bra I was wearing. Even though I didn't risk wearing a bra out
often, I slept in a padded one all the time and found to my delight that
it was gradually shaping my excess man-boobs into pert little breasts.
The satin material clung to my hips and felt gorgeous as it drifted out
away from my legs.
As I massaged myself, I remembered the Christmas party when Kat had
discovered my secret. I was about twenty and was wearing women's panties
as much as I could. I hadn't gone much further with my dressing back
then, and I was absolutely terrified of being discovered. I fell asleep,
thinking about that night...
Kat and I were great together and on that particular night, friendly
flirting and great chemistry turned to a drunken attempt at making out.
We left the pub and slipped down the side of the building into the
gardens where we were alone.
She pushed me against a tree, taking charge. I easily gave in to her as
we kissed and felt each other up. My hands unbuttoned her blouse and I
held her generous breasts within her bra, enjoying the sensuous feel of
the material as much as what was happening. God, I longed to be wearing-
Her fingers unzipped my trousers and pulled them down.
I tried to pull away, but she pushed me back against the tree.
"Be still, you naughty..."
Suddenly, she saw my underwear. Satin briefs. Pink.
"...You naughty little girl," she giggled. Sober, she may or may not have
been impressed. But drunk it seemed she was happy to go along with the
idea.
My penis, hard already, twitched and I felt pre-cum slip out.
She knelt down and moved to it with her lips, getting just a taste
through my dampening panties. She pulled them down and her lips formed a
perfect 'O'. I braced for the blow job that was to come.....
Waiting.
I looked down to see that perfect 'O' still formed on her lips and she...
Burst into a giggle.
"I'm sorry," she said standing.
"I-I should have told you about the panties," I stammered, understanding
the 'O' that was to form around my penis had become one of surprise and
shock.
"It's not them. It's-well..."
She took my penis in her hand. I beamed at my erection.....but she
laughed again as it disappeared into her small palm.
"I've never seen one so small," she giggled.
"Please don't make-"
"No, no," she said. "Look, we're great together. I know that. But let's
face facts, we'll never be actually together as long as you only have
this little thing. We can still have fun, though. Maybe one day you'll
have something different down there."
"What do you...?"
She tried to give me a hand job, but found there wasn't enough shaft to
move up and down. I was barely tickling her palm as my juices oozed out,
and I lost my train of thought.
"If you weren't making such a mess, I wouldn't even know you were there,"
she taunted. "How do you do it when you're alone?"
"I don't-"
"Oh, come on. Everybody does. Do you think about cute little outfits?"
I started to stiffen even more.
"You do, don't you. Sexy lingerie and make-up. Would you like a make-
over?"
"Yes," I panted, on the edge.
"Would you like to look all pretty in your pink panties?"
"Yes," I cried out, harder than ever.
"So when you masterbate do you just use your finger and thumb. Your pinky
finger at that."
Lost, I cried: "Yes, yes! Please don't stop!"
I burst forward, cum ejaculating out.
"Oh, you like that," she whispered.
"No," I protested, trying to think about anything but the shame that was
washing over me.
"Yeah. You like when I demean you. Humiliate you a little. You best put
your pink panties back on, girl. I'll see you inside."
SIX
I woke, erection deflating, thighs and sheets wet with cum. The nightie
would need to be washed.
I quickly got up and spent half hour or so changing the linens, hand-
washing my delicates and doing the laundry.
Then, not wearing my bra, I headed into work.
I chatted with Abbie a little as we spent some time discussing the
candidates. The only one I was sure on was Kat. I got along with her and
was sure she would keep my secret. After all, she had back then after the
Christmas party. We'd had a little fun....Thank God she hadn't remembered
what she called me....but she was always very discreet. I wishe I could
say the same. Some of my boasting about being with her may have
exaggerated the truth a little.
Later that day, before I had a chance to call Kat, Abbie knocked on my
door.
"Got a visitor," she told me.
I headed out to the sales floor. It was Kat. She looked good. Hair up,
slightly tousled, blouse and skirt showing her sexy legs off. She was
carrying a few bags of shopping.
"I was going to call you later," I said. "How do you fancy joining our
team ?"
She let out a shriek.
"It's only Argos," I reminded her.
She smiled. "You don't know how much this means to me."
She hugged me. And then handed me one of her bags.
"This is for you," she said clearly, catching Abbie's eye as she worked
on a display. It was a pink Boux Avenue box.
"What....Kat, what are you....?"
"It's an apology. I realised I made you feel uncomfortable when I found
you were wearing-"
"Hey, now," I said. "Let's just use our quiet voices and....."
I noticed Abbie looking at me.
"......go back to my office," I suggested.
SEVEN
Alone, Kat told me to open the box.
I did so with trembling fingers. Carefully peeling layers of gorgeously
scented wrapping paper back to reveal a beautiful, pink, matching set.
"I had to guess your size, but I have a pretty good eye. About a 38B,
right?"
"Kat, I-"
"Right?"
I managed a slow nod.
"Besides, Gemma in the store said to pop in with you anytime for a bra
fitting and-"
"Wait a second," I panicked, needing an escape. I had to stop this now.
Whatever it was. "Maybe you shouldn't work here. I'm sorry, Kat, but-"
"Nonsense. Everybody heard you offer me the position. I can't wait to get
started." She started to unbutton my shirt. "With you. My own, very
special project."
She kissed me and for a moment I forgot what was happening. Then she
snapped me back to my senses with a slap on my butt.
"Now, undress and put these on for the rest of the day."
"I can't do that."
I'd been so careful for years and now.....Now what? Would Kat expose me?
Did she just want to have a little fun? While she had been discreet back
in the day, I certainly hadn't. I had enjoyed telling my friends, who
often ribbed me in those days for not having a girl friend, who I had
scored with.
"People might see and-" I began, but she put a finger on my lips.
Sternly: "I want to see you in your new underwear. Or do you need some
help? I saw the way you and your Team Leader, Abbie, look at each other.
Maybe she could help with the straps. Does she know what you wear?"
Kat reached for the door.
"No, no. Stop."
She turned.
"I'll do it," I said, undressing with mixed feelings. Of course I wanted
to try the underwear on. But not necessarily under these circumstances. I
wanted to enjoy the feel of the material, not be rushed and forced into-
Kat laughed.
"You've got little breasts now," she grinned. "And you keep your body
shaved. That's precious."
I put the bra on, fastening it easily behind my back. It really was a
gorgeous set but I had no time to enjoy it.
"You're quite the expert," Kat observed.
I pulled the panties up, tucking my small penis into them.
"Can I get dressed now?" I pleaded.
"In a moment," she smiled, watching the damp spot appear on the panties.
She reached into them.
"I'm sure I saw you tuck a little-"
"Kat, please. I need to get dressed."
"There it is. That little tiny clittie of yours, trying so hard to get
big in your soft, satin panties. Your pink...."
She hesitated.
She had remembered, I thought, as I started to cum. She had remembered
the private nick-name she had given me when we were younger. I hoped,
prayed, she would keep it - and this game - private now. She pulled her
hand out just in time as my sticky juices started to soak through the
material.
"Now you may get dressed. I'm going to enjoy working with you, Miss
Pink."
Gert
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